A W***e

To shout, to scream, to tear clothing

Such is the duty of the writer

The shouts and screams are muffled by patronizing pillows

The torn clothing quickly dismissed and trampled

And the smoke is lost in the cruel wind

deluded and invisible

Such is the bane of the writer

To scream until vocal chords callous or snap

To drink gasoline and drop a match into his belly

To wave a tattered white flag between tireless armies 

Such is the bane of the writer

To s**t in the New York sewers

To get one swing at an oiled Ali

To blow a whistle in a haunted trainyard

Such is the bane of the writer

Floating for dear life

Groping at the clouds, with a lead a*s

Then finally

To sell himself for a penny

To sell his Dorian

To sell his soul

For a f*****g penny

Reviews

[Akshay Rawal]

As far as I am able to comprehend it, this piece compares a writer to a w***e, who has to sell his value to get a kind of pseudo-value. Yes, sometimes writers explain their best ideas to an extremely unappreciative audience and get no value for that.
This is what I could make out of this piece. Thanks ans keep writing

[Akshay Rawal]

As far as I am able to comprehend it, this piece compares a writer to a w***e, who has to sell his value to get a kind of pseudo-value. Yes, sometimes writers explain their best ideas to an extremely unappreciative audience and get no value for that.
This is what I could make out of this piece. Thanks ans keep writing

[Akshay Rawal]

As far as I am able to comprehend it, this piece compares a writer to a w***e, who has to sell his value to get a kind of pseudo-value. Yes, sometimes writers explain their best ideas to an extremely unappreciative audience and get no value for that.
This is what I could make out of this piece. Thanks ans keep writing